She moved through the tangle of forest like a wayward spirit, pearly legs weaving around the bramble vines and violet eyes staring somberly ahead.
Her crimson feathers seemed to take life of their own, dancing and shimmering with almost transparency as she perused her unknown path.
She had left Broadleaf almost two weeks to the day, left her past and her fallen brother. There was nothing for her minus memories and death, she had been a coward, always would be she guessed. Her heart just wasn't in it, at least that was what she told herself. In reality, after the shock had worn off, she had awoken something primitive. She would have gladly stayed on the field, would have joyously taken the order to leave non alive.
She paused and shook her head, that was not her. Creeper on occasion, for when he was still alive she had heard tale of him from their fellow warriors and agreed that at least half had been fact.
Dunno they called her what I believe a Cream-Laced Blue
